Je was op zoek naar: a young lady married to an old man (Engels - Afrikaans)

are you jealous of an old man?
is jy jaloers op 'n ou man?

"be as you were: an old man!"
wees dan nou weer 'n ou man!

i'm an old man, but i'm not a fool.
ek is 'n ou man, maar ek is nie 'n gek nie.

what's wretched and laughable is an old man begging for love!
die hond is die gek wat smeek op 'n ouderdom wat vroue koud laat

- i need to secure the genesis chamber and pay my respects to an old friend.
jawel, sir.

if a man be found lying with a woman married to an husband, then they shall both of them die, both the man that lay with the woman, and the woman: so shalt thou put away evil from israel.
as 'n man betrap word terwyl hy met 'n getroude vrou gemeenskap het, moet hulle altwee sterwe: die man wat met die vrou gemeenskap gehad het, en die vrou. so moet jy dan die kwaad uit israel uitroei.

and zacharias said unto the angel, whereby shall i know this? for i am an old man, and my wife well stricken in years.
toe sê sagaría vir die engel: waaraan sal ek dit weet? want ek is 'n ou man, en my vrou is op ver gevorderde leeftyd.

this story is about a dog and a young lady named nobantu back in the day a dog was a wild animal one day the dog was sleeping by it's cave not so far from nobantus hut the dog was sleeping with one eye open when nobantu went past the dogs cave she felt bad for it
hierdie storie is bout 'n hond en 'n jong dame met die naam nobantu terug in die dag 'n hond was 'n wilde dier eendag die hond slaap deur dit se grot nie so ver van nobantus hut die hond was aan die slaap met een oog oop toe nobantu verby die honde grot het sy sleg gevoel vir dit

behold, the days come, that i will cut off thine arm, and the arm of thy father's house, that there shall not be an old man in thine house.
kyk, die dae kom dat ek jou arm en die arm van jou vader se huis sal afkap, sodat daar geen bejaarde in jou huis sal wees nie.

and we said unto my lord, we have a father, an old man, and a child of his old age, a little one; and his brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother, and his father loveth him.
en ons het my heer geantwoord: ons het 'n ou vader; en daar is 'n jong seun, 'n kind van die ouderdom, maar sy broer is dood; en hy het alleen oorgebly van sy moeder, en sy vader het hom lief.

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there shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days: for the child shall die an hundred years old; but the sinner being an hundred years old shall be accursed.
daarvandaan sal nie meer kom 'n suigling van 'n paar dae of 'n grysaard wat sy dae nie vol uitlewe nie; want 'n seun sal sterwe honderd jaar oud, en wie sondig, sal, honderd jaar oud, deur die vloek getref word.

once upon a time a young wife named yun ok was at her wit's end. her husband had always been a tender and loving soulmate before he had left for the wars, but ever since he returned home he was cross, angry, and unpredictable. she was almost afraid to live with her own husband. only in glancing moments did she catch a shadow of the husband she used to know and love. when one ailment or another bothered people in her village, they would often rush for a cure to a hermit who lived deep in the mountains. not yun ok. she always prided herself that she could heal her own troubles. but this time was different. she was desperate. as yun ok approached the hermit's hut, she saw the door was open. the old man said without turning around, "i hear you. what's your problem?" she explained the situation. his back still to her, he said, "ah yes, it's often that way when soldiers return from the war. what do you expect me to do about it?" "make me a potion!" cried the young wife. "or an amulet, a drink, whatever it takes to get my husband back the way he used to be." the old man turned around. "young woman, your request doesn't exactly fall into the same category as a broken bone or ear infection." "i know," said she. "it will take three days before i can even look into it. come back then." three days later, yun ok returned to the hermit's hut. "yun ok," he greeted her with a smile, "i have good news. there is a potion that will restore your husband to the way he used to be, but you should know that it requires an unusual ingredient. you must bring me a whisker from a live tiger." "what?" she gasped. "such a thing is impossible!" "i cannot make the potion without it!" he shouted, startling her. he turned his back. "there is nothing more to say. as you can see, i'm very busy." that night yun ok tossed and turned. how could she get a whisker from a live tiger? the next day before dawn, she crept out of the house with a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. she went to a cave on the mountainside where a tiger was known to live. she clicked her tongue very softly as she crept up, her heart pounding, and carefully set the bowl on the grass. then, trying to make as little noise as she could, she backed away. the next day before dawn, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. she approached the same spot, clicking softly with her tongue. she saw that the bowl was empty, replaced the empty one with a fresh one, and again left, clicking softly and trying not to break twigs or rustle leaves, or do anything else to startle and unsettle the wild beast. so it went, day after day, for several months. she never saw the tiger (thank goodness for that! she thought) though she knew from footprints on the ground that the tiger - and not a smaller mountain creature - had been eating her food. then one day as she approached, she noticed the tiger's head poking out of its cave. glancing downward, she stepped very carefully to the same spot and with as little noise as she could, set down the fresh bowl and, her heart pounding, picked up the one that was empty.once upon a time a young wife named yun ok was at her wit's end. her husband had always been a tender and loving soulmate before he had left for the wars, but ever since he returned home he was cross, angry, and unpredictable. she was almost afraid to live with her own husband. only in glancing moments did she catch a shadow of the husband she used to know and love. when one ailment or another bothered people in her village, they would often rush for a cure to a hermit who lived deep in the mountains. not yun ok. she always prided herself that she could heal her own troubles. but this time was different. she was desperate. as yun ok approached the hermit's hut, she saw the door was open. the old man said without turning around, "i hear you. what's your problem?" she explained the situation. his back still to her, he said, "ah yes, it's often that way when soldiers return from the war. what do you expect me to do about it?" "make me a potion!" cried the young wife. "or an amulet, a drink, whatever it takes to get my husband back the way he used to be." the old man turned around. "young woman, your request doesn't exactly fall into the same category as a broken bone or ear infection." "i know," said she. "it will take three days before i can even look into it. come back then." three days later, yun ok returned to the hermit's hut. "yun ok," he greeted her with a smile, "i have good news. there is a potion that will restore your husband to the way he used to be, but you should know that it requires an unusual ingredient. you must bring me a whisker from a live tiger." "what?" she gasped. "such a thing is impossible!" "i cannot make the potion without it!" he shouted, startling her. he turned his back. "there is nothing more to say. as you can see, i'm very busy." that night yun ok tossed and turned. how could she get a whisker from a live tiger? the next day before dawn, she crept out of the house with a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. she went to a cave on the mountainside where a tiger was known to live. she clicked her tongue very softly as she crept up, her heart pounding, and carefully set the bowl on the grass. then, trying to make as little noise as she could, she backed away. the next day before dawn, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. she approached the same spot, clicking softly with her tongue. she saw that the bowl was empty, replaced the empty one with a fresh one, and again left, clicking softly and trying not to break twigs or rustle leaves, or do anything else to startle and unsettle the wild beast. so it went, day after day, for several months. she never saw the tiger (thank goodness for that! she thought) though she knew from footprints on the ground that the tiger - and not a smaller mountain creature - had been eating her food. then one day as she approached, she noticed the tiger's head poking out of its cave. glancing downward, she stepped very carefully to the same spot and with as little noise as she could, set down the fresh bowl and, her heart pounding, picked up the one that was empty.
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